The first favorite marriage in the Republic of China

Chapter 40 His Anger 2
Forcibly stuffing Qiao Wan into the back seat, Gu Jingting took the co-pilot's seat and locked the car door, preventing Qiao Wan from escaping at all.

The black car drove out of the spot at a fast speed and went straight to the road.

It took Gu Jingting less than a quarter of the usual time for such a long journey from Dutong Mansion to the other courtyard in the mountains, and the black car parked steadily at the foot of the mountain.

Then, he pulled Qiao Wan out of the back seat of the car, held her in his arms, and walked up the steps quickly and steadily.

Qiao Wan put her face against Gu Jingting's chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, raised her head, and looked at Gu Jingting's handsome and bewitching face under the moonlight, the uneasiness in her heart expanded like ripples.

He still has her nail prints on his cheeks.

While slapping him, her long fingernails accidentally scratched his face, leaving a red mark.

I have to deny that when she hit him, she was happy in her heart, and she didn't think of the consequences of angering Gu Jingting at all.

At this moment, her mind calmed down, and Qiao Wan began to guess what method he was planning to use to torture her.

Soon, Gu Jingting carried Qiao Wan into the other courtyard, walked through the spacious living room, walked up another flight of stairs, and came to the bedroom prepared for her.

Turning on the light, Gu Jingting threw Qiao Wan on the bed.

Just as Qiao Wan was about to turn over and get out of bed, Gu Jingting threw her down like a leopard pouncing on its prey, and crushed her under him.

Following the trend, he also raised her hand above her head.

Before Qiao Wan came back to her senses, there was a crisp click, and she felt the cold touch of metal on her wrist.

Surprised, Qiao Wan looked at Gu Jingting in disbelief.

There were handcuffs hidden on the bed, and her hands were tightly bound by the handcuffs.

"Gu Jingting! Are you crazy? Let me go?" Qiao Wan was restrained like a prisoner, only feeling a great shame, and shouted at Gu Jingting with rounded eyes.

Gu Jingting ignored Qiao Wan's struggle, turned around, and took out a black riding whip from the bedside cabinet.

Looking at the whip, Qiao Wan's body trembled.

She probably guessed what she was going to face next, but she stubbornly refused to beg for mercy.

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Gu Jingting raised a whip and hit Qiao Wan's body.

Immediately, a clear bloodstain appeared on Qiao Wan's shoulder.

"I said you are not allowed to be intimate with other men, yet you allow him to touch you." The voice contained absolute anger. Gu Jingting was angry not because Qiao Wan slapped him, but because Murong Mohan touched Qiao with his hands. Late shoulders.

Qiao Wan suffered from the pain, her pretty face turned pale, she gritted her teeth but did not make a sound, her black eyes stared straight at Gu Jingting, her eyes were very stubborn.

Looking at the bloodstain on Qiao Wan's shoulder, Gu Jingting's pupils shrank, and a strange feeling came from the position of his heart.

pain.

He felt distressed for this woman.

He hadn't felt such a painful feeling in a long, long time.

At least he hadn't felt that way since his mother's death.

But when he met Qiao Wan's disgusted and stubborn eyes, the anger that was about to dissipate condensed again, and he clenched the whip in his hand. He looked at Qiao Wan and said word by word, "You are begging for mercy now, I will let you go."

There was a sharp pain in his shoulder, but Qiao Wan sneered disdainfully, "Hmph, you are dreaming. If you have the ability, kill me today, and I will never beg for mercy!"

(End of this chapter)